My lover and me
©Mom
It was my teen age.
Then my lover was a village.
I love it's river, trees, grounds,
Bird's and animal's sounds.
Then I read in schools.
I followed parents strict rules.
At every dawn, on too early hours,
Then, I collected flowers.
Offered to my idols with peace.
On school holidays,
From our ponds, I caught the fish.
Now, in my old age,
I miss and miss,
Yes, I miss those days.
